August passed quickly, and it had little to do with my wishing my life away anticipating a grizzly/brown hunt in Alaska where fishing might also figure into the equation. A week remained before I was flying to Anchorage, “Going to put you on a place I prefer to call “No Name Creek”. It was here last year we saw four bears that would easily go 8 feet or better as well as several black bear as well. It’s a creek that is pretty well the end of the…

“Senor Colorado, macho grande venado, mucho puntas, es del norte presa, con un hembra!”   “Este viejo?” I questioned.   “Si, Colorado, vistante, muy ancho!” replied Hector.   He assured me it was the wide, massive buck with many points one of the bucks I had shown him photos of seen and photographed while doing the ranch’s annual helicopter game survey. The buck was in the mesquite flat where it drained into a stock tank (waterhole for livestock) in the far north pasture. He had left him there…

“I’ve seen about enough of pictures of big bear you and those going with you been taking hunting with Ryan. If he’s got an opening this coming spring, I want to get on the list. That last big brown phase bear you took convinced me it’s time I started hunting black bear again!”

It was back in 2014 that I was in the North African country of Burkina Faso, following African lion tracks with three local trackers, a French speaking professional hunter and my hunting partner, Tim Fallon. For several days we had followed fresh tracks until we lost them on ground so hard there were no signs of anything having walked there since the the last rain or it was determined the lions were females or males younger than six years of age.   Frankly there were no lack of…